may 8th
So parent’s evening went swimmingly. 4 meetings, parents turned up for 3 of them, we talked, they listened, I explained and said nice things about their children (mostly). Then I went to meet Mrs Blog who had just come back from the garage. Long term readers may remember that our car went into the garage in January (I think) after I tried to change the battery and exploded the alternator.
Well, we brought it to the garage to get it fixed, as you do, and at the time they told us they needed a piece that might take a week or two to order. So we waited, and waited and waited and nothing happened. The part had to come from India, and it seemed to make from India to Spain in reasonable time. The problem was that it got lost somewhere between Madrid and Barcelona. Honestly. It took over 3 1/2 months for the part get from Madrid to the garage here. Anyway, you kind of get used to that sort of thing here, and quite honestly we didn’t miss the car that much. And we certainly haven’t missed it enough to pay the cunts the €850 they’re looking for now that everything is fixed.
I suspect the bill breaks down something like this: Parts €25 – Labour – €50 – Parking €675. The big bastards. I don’t have €800 to pay for the thing, so if anyone in Barcelona would like to buy a Tata TelcoSport 2L diesel jeep, drop me a mail.
So obviously we had to cope with the news of this giant bill by going to a bar and getting shit-faced, once again neglecting to check if there was water in the house. You have to drink bottled water here, there’s no question of drinking anything from the taps. We had a kettle that after 3 months of use was utterly useless. The amount of limescale on the element meant it didn’t heat the water properly, and what it did heat had this minging metallic taste. I’m now the thirstiest man alive, the only thing we had to drink in the house was half a carton of orange juice (which I’m sure my missus will be delighted to discover has been finished…somehow) and milk. So now I have to go to the shops to buy some water, and the worst thing of all was that I made a drunken arrangement to go and play tennis this morning at 10 o’clock.
When will I ever learn?
